Eto unwaith mi ddyrchafaf
  Fy ochenaid tua'r nef,
Ac a wylaf ddagrau'n hidl
  Am ei bresenoldeb Ef:
Pwy a ŵyr na chaf fy ngwrando
  Gan Dwysog mawr y nen,
Ac na ddaw fy' nymuniadau
  Trist, hiraethlawn, oll i ben?

Fel y rhed llifogydd mawrion,
  Fel y chwyth yr awel gref,
Felly bydded fy ngriddfanau
  Yn dyrchafu tua'r nef:
Gwn, fy Nuw! nas
    gelli atal,
  Gwn nas
      gelli roi nacād
Un fendith īs y nefoedd
  Ag sydd imi er lleshad.

Mae rhyw 'stormydd mewn naturiaeth
  Ca's goreuon byd y rhai'n;
Cafodd seintiau a merthyron,
  Cafodd Iesu goron ddrain;
Mae cydwybod mewn ymderfysg,
  Mae ysprydoedd fo mewn poen,
Wedi chwilio gylch o gwmpas,
  Yn lletya yng nghlwyfau'r Oen.

Unwaith eto mi ddyrchafaf
  Un ochenaid tua'r nef;
Gyda thaerni yr ymbiliaf,
  Am ei bresennoldeb ef:
Pwy a ŵyr na wrendy clustiau
  'R Hwn a greodd ddae'r a nen?
Ac na ddaw fy nymuniadau
  Trist, hiraethlon, oll i ben?

Wrth ei orsedd yr ymdrechaf,
  A fy ngolwg tua'r nef;
Mi dysgwyliaf hyd y wawrddydd
  Am ei bresenoldeb Ef:
Rhad faddeuant, gwawria bellach,
  Rho garcharor caeth yn rhydd,
Fu'n ymdreiglo mewn tywyllwch,
  'Nawr i weled goleu'r dydd.

gwelir:
  Mae addewid nef o'm ochor
  O fy enaid gwan nag ofna
  Tyred Iesu i'r anialwch
  T'wynned heulwen ar fy enaid

Once again I will raise
  My groaning towards heaven,
And I will cry copious tears
  For His presence:
Who knows I will not get my hearing
  Before the great Prince of heaven,
And that my sad, request, full of longing,
  Will not come all to an end?

As great floodtides run,
  As strong winds blow,
So will be my groans
  Rising towards heaven:
I know, my God! thou wilt not
      be able to stop,
  I know thou wilt not
        be able to give a refusal
Of one blessing under the heavens
  And that to do good to me.

There are some storms in nature
  The best of the world got those;
The saints and martyrs got,
  Jesus got a crown of thorns;
A conscience in tumult,
  Spirits though they be in pain,
Having searched all around,
  Are lodging in the wounds of the Lamb.

Once again I will raise
  One groan towards heaven;
With earnestness I will plead,
  For his presence:
Who knows that the ears of Him who created
  The earth and the sky will not hear?
And that my sad, longing wishes
  Will not all come to fulfilment?

At his throne I will endeavour,
  With my gaze towards heaven;
I will watch until the dawn of day
  For His presence:
Free forgiveness, dawn henceforth,
  Set the captive prisoner free,
Who was wandering in darkness,
  Now to see the light of day.

Once again my sigh of sorrow
  Riseth to His gracious ears;
For His pity, for His presence,
  Weeps my soul these flowing tears.

Who can tell but He who founded
  Earth and heaven shall hear my cry,
And that all these mournful longings
  God Himself shall satisfy!

Oh! to hear the silver trumpet
  Now proclaim my full release,
That my heavy-laden spirit
  May at last have joy and peace.

Oh! that now like mighty torrents
  Strength descended from above!
Not the strongest of my passions
  Could withstand His conquering love.

Once again my sigh of sorrow
  Riseth to His gracious ears;
For His pity, for His presence,
  Weeps my soul these flowing tears.

Who can tell but He who founded
  Earth and heaven shall hear my cry,
And that all these mournful longings
  God Himself shall satisfy!

Oh! to hear the silver trumpet
  Now proclaim my full release,
That my heavy-laden spirit
  May at last have joy and peace.

Oh! that now like mighty torrents
  Strength descended from above!
Not the strongest of my passions
  Could withstand His conquering love.